the last slab
i use to enjoy the neighborhood i live in. sure, it's not the nicest place, the most cleanest area of town, but i found it's lack of order and numberous foul mouthed childern charming in a sort of "living in the big city kind of way". and when i first moved in i didn't think too much of the fact that my apartment complex doesn't provide parking.
however; since living here my car has been damaged many times and in many different ways. i have lost my driver's side mirror twice and my passenger mirror is still missing at the moment. my trunk was broken into and the lock doesn't work anymore. but to top it all off, today was the last straw- or should i say the last slab. today as i made my way out to my car, i found that for some reason, somebody felt that it would be funny to toss a 13 inch by 11 inch slab of concrete into my windshield. i didn't laugh too much about it.
turns out, my wasn't the only car hit by these concrete tossers. three other cars were also victim of an unenvited piece of manmade rock. the best part about it was trying to contact the police about the matter, which i was unable to do. after 2 hours and three different phone numbers, i gave up trying to make a report.
so i joined westside rentals today and am in search of a new place, in a new neighborhood and diffinatly one that provides parking!
ps: i'm happy to move seeing how for some fucking reason the guy two places down will not stop "whooing" every fucking 10 seconds for the last three days! i can't tell if he is retarded, drunk, or just a fucking jackass. probably all of the above. somebody take me away.
however; since living here my car has been damaged many times and in many different ways. i have lost my driver's side mirror twice and my passenger mirror is still missing at the moment. my trunk was broken into and the lock doesn't work anymore. but to top it all off, today was the last straw- or should i say the last slab. today as i made my way out to my car, i found that for some reason, somebody felt that it would be funny to toss a 13 inch by 11 inch slab of concrete into my windshield. i didn't laugh too much about it.
turns out, my wasn't the only car hit by these concrete tossers. three other cars were also victim of an unenvited piece of manmade rock. the best part about it was trying to contact the police about the matter, which i was unable to do. after 2 hours and three different phone numbers, i gave up trying to make a report.
so i joined westside rentals today and am in search of a new place, in a new neighborhood and diffinatly one that provides parking!
ps: i'm happy to move seeing how for some fucking reason the guy two places down will not stop "whooing" every fucking 10 seconds for the last three days! i can't tell if he is retarded, drunk, or just a fucking jackass. probably all of the above. somebody take me away.
